Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Ashley is very long. 🐶 #dogsofmastodon

Ooh! My signed hardback copy of my brother Steven D. Brewer’s book Better Angels: Tour de Force has arrived!
Is that not a spectacular cover? I particularly like the image of Tau (the Neoboxer). And, of course, a couple of the angels, one as a singer/dancer and one as a commando. And Sssindy.
My lowest resting heart rate has crept up these past few months. My Oura ring keeps saying that I need to take it easy, but I think I need to do a few more long runs. So I’m going to test that theory.
My brother, @author_sdbrewer, tells me this is a mlem, as opposed to a blep. #dogsofmastodon
Forty-five minutes after getting her toy, Ashley struck stuffing. Five minutes later, the stuffie is completely disemboweled. #dogsofmastodon
We are just home from Ashley’s class on loose-leash walking. It was graduation, so we got to pick out a toy for her. Jackie said she hesitated to get a stuffie, because Ashley destroys them so quickly. The teacher said, “But does she like them?”
Bitter cold here today, and I felt bad making Ashley wait while I got a picture. But when I tried to take her home, she decided she would rather do some zoomies in the dog park, so I retroactively didn’t feel so bad after all. #dogsofmastodon
I had a dream in which I met an adult woman who had been found at sea as an infant. The sailors who found her named her Jessica Shipwrecked, but gave her a bunch of aspirational middle names. I’ve forgotten all but one of them, but they were things like Author, Teacher, Navigator, etc. The one I remember was Cyborg. One key point in the dream was how she had to figure out how many of her middle names she could fit in when she got an account somewhere.
Heading out for her evening walk last night, the dog saw one of the neighbor dogs that she likes to tussle with, and lunged that way. I didn’t let her get loose, but the leash did twist my pinky, which is now all sore and swollen. (The swelling even spread to my ring finger, so I took my Oura ring off, just in case. But it fits okay on my left hand, so I haven’t had to quit wearing it.)
I’m managing the injury okay with rest and ice (and drinking some collagen), but I fear I’m going to have to miss my HEMA class this evening: My hand isn’t up to swinging a sword.